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It's amazing her name is Love.
She's such an egotistic blood-sucker
It's almost like some sick joke.
I don't find a thing to be emapthetic or convivial
About this woman who finds others to be trivial
So much hate
That I have towards her
But we can only wait
For a slow, painful death to come to her.
She can more than likely drown
For this witch of a woman certainly wouldn't float
So badly that I want her to reach her fate...
I can't help but be impatient
Although, what goes around come around eventually.
This murderess will get it...



A/N: I think I made her identity a bit obvious ): Oh well, who cares?